A beautiful joke about wasting time.

"Fate will not stay, just like the spring breeze is blown away."

I was deeply infatuated with such a period of time and was moved by the silent gaze. I like the harmonious eyes you cast through the crowd, pure and warm, full of hope, dream, love, injury and dusty sunshine in young years. Love does not give birth to whirling, this is a whirling world, and the quiet and warm fate has turned into white hair with hair. Youth is like a book, but the love left on the title page has never been said or expressed. Everything is dull, and the fate that can't continue is like the pot of tea-scented water, which has long been tasteless. You don't need to look down at the place where your soul doesn't belong, and you don't need to vent your once clear heart.

Time flies, whose years have passed? In the long river of busy years, some people just want to follow the footsteps of others and forget their own direction, their own goals and ideals. Some people dare not go out of their own way after much consideration, thus losing their way. I lost myself.

Time is unstoppable, and there are always some considerations in the staggered years. Life can only progress and pursue in short-term thinking. A purposeful life will not be lonely and helpless. Only when we calm down can the things in front of us be clearly displayed. We should not be confused by the so-called struggle, whose years have no color and whose youth has no dazzling light. It's just that in the long river of years, our choices are different and the results are different. Everyone needs to work hard to get everything they want and dream of.

Time flies, whose years have passed? In the long river of busy years, some people just want to follow the footsteps of others and forget their own direction, their own goals and ideals. Some people dare not go out of their own way after much consideration, thus losing their way. I lost myself. Some people stick to it silently, wrap the years of youth in warm arms, and take it on the journey of dreams without leaving a trace of regret. Don't leave others a distance, just like Chen planned a distance of one centimeter for himself. Life has no right to start over. There is no right to regret, no matter what the result is, what we have done will become the past. Even if we live in the past, we won't change the story that happened a little. Looking at the road ahead is our affirmation. With hope, you will have the courage to struggle and hope to go further. Because it is worth it, it will go all the way.

Some things, the more you grow up, the more you have to face and consider, such as where to go in the future! I feel more and more helpless and lonely when I grow up. But I still want to live a strong life. The more I live, the more I live.

Life is constantly passing through the unknown scenery, and some people will deeply attract you, touch you, make you cry and make you write it down with a smile. Some scenery will be left behind by you. Maybe you can't help looking back for a few times, but you can't travel with them. Anyone and anything will become an unforeseeable past, and we can only face those lost regrets with a calm mind. I believe that the sea of life will wash away many traces, and what I can't forget can only be deposited in my heart after many years.

When the birthday candle is lit again, there is a heartless feeling in my heart; When the music melody of "Happy Birthday to You ……" echoes, there will be a melancholy in my heart. Touch your forehead, there are several wrinkles. I'm not young anymore!

Over the years, the once young heart has gone through immaturity, sadness, rebellion and confusion along the way. I have mature mind, steady pace, rich experience and love life. I have tried and been happy. Time flies, like yesterday, the pain is no longer green, and the sea has become a mulberry field.

Youth is precious, and youth is priceless. Everyone dreams of having it forever, but spring and spring are so short. When we don't realize we should cherish it, spring and spring will leave us. When we recall those youthful years, there are always some regrets! Among all these feelings, how many dreams of my youth have I never forgotten? Now I can only sigh that I have not grasped my youth and lost time.

Time is like running water. Every day slips through our fingers. Before we turned around, it had disappeared without a trace. Many things in life, only when they are lost, do you know that they were once beautiful. If we haven't found them, it's because we haven't lost them.

In fact, time has not really disappeared, just disappeared from our eyes. The days that have passed away in life will never come back. We should grasp it well and don't leave too many regrets for life!

In troubled times, I dream of writing about youth. In the noisy world, I filled the squares left by years with my pen. The previous page is colorful years, and the next page is regretless youth.

I stopped, turned around and wasted another month, feeling a little lost, but I knew that the road behind me would never go again, and it was impossible to take another road. Anyway, I saw long road lights flashing brightly in the other three directions. I don't know which direction is the most accurate from that destination, but I know there is no taxi, and I won't know the answer until after it.

Time is never cool to me, and time is never complicated to me. I have been walking up and down between the mountains and the water, distracted, and my temperament has not changed. I am still looking for a pure and beautiful peace in the lush years, and I am still sticking to that true and sincere nature in the troubled world. The fleeting time is innocent, the years are safe, the fragrance is full, youth, time, love, every beautiful encounter.

Time flies, the years change, and I am happy when I think back to the road I came, just for a compliment from others; Also lost, just for a failed exam; I also believe that it is only for some inspirational sentences; I also suspect that it is only for an unsatisfactory self-display; I used to hesitate and sigh, and I tried to move forward.

Thanks to the years, let us accompany each other and comfort each other when we are down and out. From then on, we know that there must be a person in this world, like a family member, who can not only share your sufferings with you, but also sincerely share your happiness with you.

Childhood is always intertwined in the gaps of countless years and rings in the future, which is very memorable, just like the kite flying far away in my heart a long time ago.

Holding the time, strolling through the years, flowers are still flowers, flowers are no longer spent, and today's flowers are not yesterday's flowers. Life is like a play, one vigorous and one clever; One play after another continues to be staged; Through the vicissitudes of life, through the nine twists and turns, life will never stop, never end, never end.

My long-cherished wish remains the same. I cut the endless years and splashed ink into paper symbols, thinking that I could firmly imprison the love of my last life and get a person's peace of mind. I don't know, so carefully, I still lost the brand I wanted, and I was infected with a sense of sadness. Helpless, I lit an old incense and flipped through the yellow scroll. I suddenly woke up and knelt before the Buddha. However, let me stretch out my hand in every way, but I can't stop the pace of time.

If the years are ignorant and complete, then the memory of seven seconds is a flash in the pan. If the years are mediocre, there is no lack of calmness. Missing for a moment is a mirage. After countless times and endless feelings, we finally understand what life needs.

I hope that the lush years rendered by time can't take away my young and frivolous self, and I hope that the fingertips touched by the dust of the past can't keep my wild thoughts in my heart, and then I meet someone who says calmly and gently, where are you?

Through time and space, the past is fragrant, and the beauty of meeting is full of brushstrokes. Following your breath, you will spend a lot of time in the water, sing a love song in the city, dance vigorously, pile up true love, stare at each other, shed true feelings, speak softly, pray sincerely, only wish, keep your words with a smile and bloom in your heart.

The vast sea of years, the overlapping of joys and sorrows, life is always more peaceful and broad-minded. No matter where you live in the world, you can't expect a broken heart. Noisy emotions will make everything worse. The rules of life need to be careful, balanced or understood as appropriate. I remember an old saying: If you are comfortable, your life will be safe.

Time flies, the years are not chasing, and in a few decades, things will change rapidly. At this time, the flowers are in bloom, and this situation can wait. At this time, the flowers withered. Can someone come? Life is a hard journey, wandering around, thinking hard, still feeling dark and lamenting the absence of beautiful scenery. When you are in love, peach blossoms are good in March. If you hate not spending nine days, you will only complain. Who will guess who you are hurting and for whom your heart is growing moss? Autumn comes to winter, peach leaves begin to bloom, recalling the flowers of the past, gaunt and suffocating, I wonder how white the dead wood is in spring.

Time is short, and the years are fading. Nature has drawn a fantastic fleeting time for autumn, and many people admire and sigh at the tip of the iceberg in autumn. Weave one story after another scattered in autumn, from ancient times to the present, from old to new, and then put them in the sun, * * * in the rain, carefully carved and polished by the old man, becoming the most exquisite season.

I once loved you. In those years, you were a lamp in my dark world. Where you stand, there is a direction. I once blamed you. On the day of separation, I lost not only my lover, but also my only dream in that long time.

Time flies and the years are long. Looking back, I am no longer a teenager who knows nothing, and you are no longer an eye-catching picture. We * * * press the button of the passage of time, take the road of time, jump over the picture that has been separated by time for a long time, and explain the sadness in our hearts at the moment of stagnation.

In this fleeting time, I stubbornly learned not to go back to that moment and not to recall those lost dreams, but you in the dream can always arouse my forgotten thoughts.

Life is long, the years are in a hurry, and there are always some people coming and going; There are always some people who are near and far away; There are always some feelings, deep and strong; There is always some love that goes deep into people's hearts and bone marrow.

Everyone is running around in the years and experiencing fireworks, which is actually a kind of growth. Facing the scenery in front of us, the ups and downs of spring and autumn, everyone is thinking about the life they want. After walking in this world, I found my own corner in this world, not for how to survive, but for a quiet life, exercising my heart and width with the taste of life.

Time holds the long-term care through the branches of time. I waited for a thousand years to make you infatuated and burn the flowering period of your life. Beauty is old, red makeup fades, and you have experienced twists and turns. You have been waiting for me to wash away the lead in Shili Peach Blossom Garden.

Time is like water, time is like lotus. When I am alone, I quietly guard this safe and stable time and space. I am in an excessive, silent and unobtrusive dance, quietly talking to the years. Laugh, the world of mortals is picturesque, and I am happy.

In life, there are always many obstacles to overcome. Years, there are always many regrets to make up for. In life, there are always many puzzles to understand. Some things, let go gently, are not necessarily difficult. Some people, with deep memories, are not necessarily unhappy. Some pain, take it easy, not necessarily experience.

Years are short and time is long. Who is in my dream tonight? Whose dream am I in? The warmth you gave was salvaged in the depths of time. There are always some people who will fade out of their memories, and some new people will come to their hearts and go back and forth.

Years are long, the world of mortals is like the wind, countless dull days, such a past, countless seasons of reincarnation, and years have carved countless wrinkles in my heart. Lonely as smoke, lonely days miss you, you are like a warm, warm lonely time after lonely time.

Life is too slow, so that the years don't rush by, leaving a cup of golden sunshine; Let your tender heart be gentler, smile at everyone, and let us get together for a longer time.

Some people, destined to be a glimpse for a long time, don't have to be sad or sad, just like quietly enjoying a meteor falling from the sky, from prosperity to decline, and then to breaking, leaving a lonely me and an unfinished dream on the vast land.

Years accidentally got caught in the rain, which made my memory wet. Time goes by little by little, as if to release his sadness. No one has ever asked him if what he has is all he has. People will only blame him, saying that he left in a hurry and left no room. No one will know that he is sensitive and keeps people's memories in a place called memory. People who only take it, do you think, should they stop and cherish it?

Life, gathering is also in a hurry, parting is also in a hurry, and many feelings can't stand the time; Many people can't get to Guanshan Road. Life always follows the present, no matter how intoxicating it used to be, in the end, what we cherish is the present.

It is a lifelong wish to be a quiet woman far away from the world, but how can we stay away from the world and stay in a big dye vat, and how can our feet not get wet?

Some feelings, in the years, slowly melt away, no longer unforgettable; Some people, at the intersection, slowly go away, as if without a trace; Some things, over time, gradually calm down and no longer tempted.

The river is shallow and the years are safe. I stood by and watched the river flow of time, watching the green willows, listening to the blue swallows, watching the distant mountains with flowers, listening to the silence near the water, watching Qian Fan's hair stand up unexpectedly, listening to the tracker's cry, watching the fishermen sing late, watching the lonely fishermen in the cold river, listening to loneliness, one mountain, one water, one scene, one song and one thing.

Time is like a teenager, full of joy, and time is like an elder, heavy and stagnant. It's great to meet you in a season full of love, but it's a pity to meet you at the wrong time. In the dull time, I met the joy of a flower, but it was mixed with a sad atmosphere.

The years with human love are beautiful, and the years with dreams are happy. In time, we have had countless dreams, dreaming of riding a fine horse on the grassland, spirited; Dreaming of walking in the moonlight lotus pond is warm and beautiful ... whether it is realized or not, there will be a trace of happiness in my heart.

After years and life, I have many feelings and feelings in my heart. Life is like a kaleidoscope, with ups and downs and interdependence. Maybe life is really unsatisfactory, but don't care too much. Life is like a dream, and time will not accommodate anyone. Learn to look down on everything.

Flowers bloom and fall in these years, and every life is spent in silence. There is no need to complain about the troubles and rejections, experiences and pains encountered in fate. Life itself is an open flower with its persistence and freedom. Life is thinking, understanding, rationality and coordination. Just like our understanding of life, its massiness lies in how to use it.

The meeting in the years is full of whispering fragrance, and the sincere agreement with each other is the beacon of life. Although I hide the pain, bear the pain, tears from time to time, my fingers are endless, but the beauty after meeting is even sweeter and carefree in my soul. So beautiful, the memory is repeatedly turned and precipitated, accumulating into the most beautiful scenery in the years, which is the direction of love and the destination of love.

Fireworks, warmth. Close your fingers and stand on the branches of the years, listening to the low call of the wind in the distance. Be affectionate, smile, and know your meaning peacefully.

Rolling red dust, time can't keep our youth and vicissitudes, the only thing that can be left is our best memories of those years.

The fireworks were so cold that they turned to ashes in an instant. Satin is so cold, like years. Holding your hand, holding the happiness of your life. You said, love me crazy, I am your achilles heel. You can't tell whether it's robbery or life.

The years are silent, but you and I are gone. Only stay in their respective ends of the earth and care about each other; It' s just that the face is getting haggard in the years; I'm only obsessed with my ideas. A song from the song, infatuation; When I miss you, my cheeks are full of tears.

Life is like a journey, and years are like songs. After a thousand turns, I feel calm and undisturbed. Because we all know that some memories will eventually be buried in the bottom of my heart; Some talk, destined to no one to listen; Some people will pass by in a hurry after all. The story that clouds and water forget to look at each other, remembered in the heart or forgotten in the dust, is a fragrance on the road of red dust. The beauty of the world, besides looking back and meeting, should be remembered and remembered.

Long years, time flies, you have walked through autumn rain, winter snow, seen bleak autumn and felt the cold winter, but as long as you have a pure heart, a ray of sunshine, holding an orchid, you are not hurt or sad, Mo You doesn't complain, and you are neither cold nor cold. In any case, there must be hope in your heart and hope in your heart. Hope is the stars on the horizon, dotted in the lonely night. May it be the elegant chrysanthemum blooming in cold autumn. Even if it doesn't come true, it warms the years and fragrant the fleeting time.

Missing and loneliness sigh in the lonely dust, so I am waiting for you here in the years; Memory and sadness are ethereal in the cycle of time and space, so I stare at this end of the years; The bud of the soul slowly precipitates in the heart with the sail of memory. I will always be alone in the vast space deep in the years, accompanied by joy, excitement and loneliness. It turns out that when the world is alone, I feel so distressed.

Years are blank, little thoughts are fragrant, enchanting the silent blank, and extending warm memories where time flies; A person's scenery, make public the past of youth, may be the poison planted in previous lives, so there is no way out in this life; The introduction of past lives, this life wants to see through autumn water; How many times I gazed around and drowned my lovesick eyebrows; What kind of affection should we use to spend this season's fate with that wet oath and flying memorial?

Perhaps in the years of growing up, we have never changed, but we have become ourselves more and more clearly ... Looking at the sunset, there is an inexplicable sadness. Looking at the grassland in front of us, it warms the sunshine for a day during the day, and as the night approaches, it begins to have the coolness of autumn.

Cherish the present and have no regrets all your life. Time is like fine sand in your hand, always slipping through your fingers. It is silent, but it always leaves some imperceptible traces. Inadvertently, people get old in the long river of time. I realized that in this cycle of birth, illness and death, no matter what I got or lost, I was getting farther and farther away from myself. Those who have gone far can never come back, so why don't those who are still cherish the present?

Years are deep, and some feelings need not be said for a long time. I think I have come to meet time, write down the profound meaning, use a brush with dew, covered with the coolness of time, to sketch the encounter and outline the beautiful pictures in life.

Youth is fleeting, and the face of the years is not just blown. Those ignorant loves like the cream on the surface of peaches, like peach petals falling into a stream, have gone with the wind and disappeared without a trace. That summer, the white skirt fluttered and the skirt smiled. I thought I could blossom and bear fruit with you, but later I learned that there is no fruit in midsummer, and the fruit harvest season is in the future autumn. Young friends, please be patient. Summer is not suitable for love.

Walking on the edge of the years, picking up a bouquet of flowers and an expectation inadvertently hurt myself. The wind gently blows sand and falls into sad eyes. How can I find you? The years go by gently, and the time flies alone. How can I try to forget you again? ...

Time flies and weeds turn to ashes. Looking back, I am somewhat disillusioned. With the change of seasons, everything goes back and forth in an orderly way, which means a new cycle and a new beginning. After a long time, the birds were accompanied by monotonous communication and silent breathing, far away from the laughter and laughter of the past, and incompatible with the warmth of the past. Even if there is a moment of fresh thoughts, it can't stand the long river of years, and it will always kill the infinite yearning and anger.

In the long years, we don't know how many feelings have quietly passed away in our minds and slipped through our fingers. No one is perfect in life, experience paves the way for success, and wind and rain make resistance.

In the long years, learn to keep a simple heart in this world, live more easily, and have fewer troubles. Life is full of scenery, and we are always in a hurry.

Time is passing quietly, and the years are running secretly. The sun is going home, and the night brings the distance between the sea and the sky closer. My eyes are blurred, and I can't find you, even though my shouts cut through the night sky. ...